If you have a garden and a library you have everything you need
The short-trimmed grass brushes my feet
As all around the flowers grow,
Bright petals on the graceful rose
Raised from seed by my own hand
To fill the air with their aroma
While in those same hands a book
Picked from a crowded shelf
Is turned from page to page beneath the sun –
A book you loved, but now you’re gone,
And I must make do with these;
The things you loved while you were here.
The quotation in the title may have some context that I am unaware of. It may even be false. It is from a fridge magnet that was on sale in the Nobel Museum in Stockholm. It happened to be written shortly after a friend spoke to me of their fondness for gardens, which may have inspired the reflections in the closing lines.
The Hapless Neo-Romantic